"Greetings, Young Master Song. Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Chen Xiyuan approached with graceful, lotus-light steps and dipped into an elegant bow before Song Bin.
Her crimson lips parted softly. As she spoke, her voice was clear and lilting as an oriole emerging from a valley, yet tender and beguiling as a young swallow returning to its nest. Every word seemed tipped with a hook, lightly scratching at the very tips of their hearts.
That single sentence set everyone present adrift, their souls wandering from their bodies. It was as though half the bones in their bodies had been plucked away, leaving them tingling and too weak to muster the slightest strength.
"Hahahahaha! Miss Chen, I've finally got you here!
"You little tormentor, you've kept me waiting far too long! Come, come over here!"
Song Bin laughed heartily, his face radiant with delight. His eyes clung to Chen Xiyuan as he hurried forward and caught her hands to help her up.
He found himself holding a pair of slender hands, soft and seemingly boneless, as smooth and warm as the finest mutton-fat jade. He immediately became unwilling to let go, brazenly stroking and kneading her hands between his fingers. Lust all but spilled from his eyes. He looked exactly like a starving wolf confronted with fresh meat, his lecherous audacity utterly undisguised.
Meanwhile, Song Muyang and the others who had accompanied Song Bin could no longer restrain themselves either. They crowded forward and began pawing at the women they fancied, slipping arms around slender waists or fragrant shoulders as they leaned close to whisper dirty jokes into their ears.
For a time, fragrant breezes wafted through the private room, while coquettish laughter and soft voices rose one after another. The room brimmed with wanton merriment, lively enough to